Correction Lyrics Price on My Head by Oz Sparx

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Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh
Un-Un-Uncle Bari

I know these n***as don't like me and?they?want me dead
I?got a price on my head
OG?got life in the feds
Can?t see my n***as so I'ma just write 'em instead
I mix the Sprite with the red
I keep that strap on me like I?m a dyke in the bed
Know they don't like I'm ahead
Pop me a Perky, then I take a flight on a jet (Jet)

Flight on a jet
And I put that coke inside the kitchen
I beat up that dope and I'm proficient
And everyone know that I'm a menace
And I keep me a pole and I ain't missin'
And I think I'm the GOAT like Mike and Pippen
I done set me some goals, I?m on a mission
I?ma beat up the bowl and cook a chicken
And these n***as gon' talk it, they don?t live it
Louboutin when I walk, ran up the digits
Yeah, you know I'ma ball and I'm consistent
And my shooter gon' stalk ?em from a distance
Told my n***a, "Kill all the opposition"
And this money keep callin', I'm the ticket
All my n***as gon' ball, I'm on a mission
I can't do too much talkin', n***as listenin'
I'ma dive in that sea just like Pacific
I'm as fly as can be just like a pigeon
If you talkin' to me, then be specific
N***a, keep it a G and handle business
And this promethazine is what I'm sippin'
I was in Tennessee, right out in Memphis
Had to sit down and breathe just for a minute
I ain't coppin' no plea if I'm offended, no
I know these n***as don't like me and they want me dead
I got a price on my head
OG got life in the feds
Can't see my n***as so I'ma just write 'em instead
I mix the Sprite with the red
I keep that strap on me like I'm a dyke in the bed
Know they don't like I'm ahead
Pop me a Perky, then I take a flight on a jet

It's a whole lotta blood in the middle of the street
Got a whole lotta drugs, I'ma get it to the fiends
Got a whole lotta mud, I been sippin' on the lean
I ain't never give a f**k, I ain't messin' with the bean
Everything I'm doin', man, it really is a dream
All these b*t*hes choosin', they ain't really what they seem
'Member I was losin', now I get it with the team
I be goin' stupid, keep fifty in my jeans
Gotta keep it on me when I'm ridin' 'round Philly
Got a Glock with a stick, don't play 'round with me
And you know I gotta keep another trey pound with me
How you comin' when I'm up? You don't stay down with me
Uh, n***a, you a fan
Runnin' up the bag, I been runnin' up the bands
And these n***as already mad 'cause we prolly cut their man
N***as goin' out bad, heard they rattin' on the stand (Uh)
I know these n***as don't like me and they want me dead
I got a price on my head
OG got life in the feds
Can't see my n***as so I'ma just write 'em instead
I mix the Sprite with the red
I keep that strap on me like I'm a dyke in the bed
Know they don't like I'm ahead
Pop me a Perky, then I take a flight on a jet

And I put that coke inside the kitchen
I beat up that dope and I'm proficient
And everyone know that I'm a menace
And I keep me a pole and I ain't missin'
And I think I'm the GOAT like Mike and Pippen
I done set me some goals, I'm on a mission
I'ma beat up the bowl and cook a chicken

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